The Bio-Suit's Embrace
Isabel continued after her explanation. “The bio-suit was made using T-12, which has had its pleasure-substance secretion organs removed and nerve erosion suppressed.”
“If it’s at that level, couldn’t you just take the suit off again after wearing it?”
“That’s the biggest side effect. Once you put it on, you can’t take it off again.”
“What?”
“To be precise, it’s possible to peel it off your entire body, but once you deactivate the suit, it slips inside your anus.”
“What kind of nonsense is that? Why does it do that?”
Isabel played a recorded video of someone removing the suit. From what had appeared to be empty space, a man’s face suddenly split open from side to side, flushed bright red and glistening with sticky mucus. The inside of the parted suit was packed with countless tiny tentacles slick with transparent fluid. The suit, which had been spread across the man’s back after fully detaching from his body, made a wet slithering sound and was sucked straight into his anus until it vanished. The man, still flushed and trembling, ejaculated violently before collapsing to the floor. The video ended.
What in the world did I just watch?
“As you saw, that’s how removing the bio-suit works.”
“Why does it have to be like that…?”
“The tentacles fuse all the way into the small intestine. The only way to remove them is through major surgery.”
“Is that even safe?”
“Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem harmful to the body. According to the royal guard members who’ve worn it, they actually feel healthier—better digestion and no more constipation.”
“That’s not the only thing going on. Look at that man’s face. He looks completely out of it.”
“Even without the pleasure substances, the surface tentacles still stimulate the skin. The sensation is intense enough to interfere with missions, apparently.”
Being wrapped and caressed all over… it probably would feel good. The tentacles were the only unsettling part…
‘Hmm. The side effects aren’t as bad as I thought.’
‘What? You’re letting that tentacle monster crawl inside your stomach?’
‘By that logic, you’re a monster too. What’s the difference? And if it really gets rid of constipation, that’s a health benefit.’
Master’s words left me deeply uneasy. Surely she wasn’t actually planning to wear that bio-suit? Besides, how would she even get one?
“There’s exactly one bio-suit stored in this lab, transferred from Tarykin for research purposes. No one’s shown any interest, so it’s been gathering dust in storage for quite a while, but it should still be usable. What do you think? Want to try it on?”
“Yes.”
The fact that there was conveniently just one suit available felt absurd.
‘Wait a second, Master. You’re really going to wear it?’
‘A semi-permanent stealth suit that stores itself inside the body? That sounds incredibly useful.’
‘Still…’
‘They removed the parasitic functions, so it’s closer to symbiosis now. It’s a symbiotic organism, just like you. Don’t hate it too much.’
‘…Understood, Master.’
Master had already made up her mind. All I could do was hope nothing went wrong…
Isabel went to the storage room herself and returned with the container holding the bio-suit. She set the low-temperature storage unit on the floor and listed the precautions before wearing.
“It’s best to remove all clothing first. Anything worn on the body gets dissolved when the suit feeds on the host.”
“Does it dissolve piercings too?”
“It can’t melt metal. You should be fine.”
“Then if someone wore metal protective gear before putting it on, wouldn’t one of the side effects disappear?”
“The suit won’t adhere to protective gear, so it can’t be worn that way.”
When Master stripped completely and stood before the container, Isabel pressed the button and stepped back. Cold mist spilled out as the lid opened. For a moment nothing happened—then something thick and writhing crawled out of the container: a broad, tentacled monster.
“Stay still and it’ll attach itself. It might feel a little uncomfortable, but don’t attack it. Just remain calm.”
“Understood.”
The creature had been probing the floor with multiple tentacles when one brushed against Master’s foot. It paused, then coiled around her ankle. In the next instant its previously sluggish movements exploded into action. The monster surged forward and engulfed her.
Tentacles swallowed her head first, then wrapped around her torso and legs until her entire body was covered. The sensation was slick, ticklish, and strangely textured.
‘Master, are you all right?’
‘It’s a bit tight right now… ngh.’
As the tentacles’ movements gradually slowed, something forced its way into her anus. The tentacle that entered against the natural direction of expulsion writhed and kept pushing deeper. How far was it going to go? After what felt like an eternity, the tentacle finally reached its destination and went still. Her stomach and skin still itched, but it was bearable. The tentacles covering her head had blocked her vision completely, yet suddenly she could see again. How was that possible when her eyes were covered?
While Master was touching her face, Isabel spoke. “Looks like it’s fully attached. I can’t see you at all.”
Isabel was staring at completely the wrong spot.
‘It seems to be interfering with the optic nerve. Extremely fine tentacles have pierced the skin.’
‘Is that safe?’
‘They’re just resting against the nerves. No sign of fusion.’
“It should be possible to remove it in about thirty minutes, so just wait a little.”
She still couldn’t speak, so she couldn’t answer. While waiting and stretching, the ticklish feeling in her stomach gradually subsided. When Master placed a hand on her belly, the tentacles wrapped around her hand and the ones covering her stomach brushed lightly against her skin. Once her stomach settled, the tentacles on her skin began to change. They secreted fluid and moved actively, stimulating her entire body.
‘Hnn… the stimulation is definitely strong. Is this liquid a lubricant?’
‘It tickles, but it feels good.’
The tentacles targeting her erogenous zones were especially intense, making her body grow hot.
“Now grab the tail near your tailbone and rub it. It’ll peel off and slip back inside your stomach.”
‘A tail?’
Master felt around her tailbone and found a long, slender tail. When she gripped and rubbed it, the tentacles that had been stimulating her body slowed. Just like in the video, the suit began to split open from the head downward. Cold air hit her flushed skin, sending a shiver through her. Steam rose from her body, which was now slick and glistening with sticky fluid. The tentacles around her feet detached last, then the suit made a wet sound and was sucked into her anus.
‘Ugh… that sensation is weird.’
‘Hngh!’
The foreign sensation of something rapidly burrowing inside her anus brought with it a strange pleasure, forcing a moan from her throat. In mere seconds her stomach was packed full, creating an uncomfortable yet oddly pleasurable pressure that made her body tremble. Ah… now she understood why the man in the video had ejaculated.
“The stimulation is intense, right? You’ll get used to it eventually. The mucus will absorb into your skin on its own, so there’s no need to wipe it off.”
“It really is intense…”
‘Haa… haa… That was incredible. Ngh… if I get used to this, it might become a habit…’
Master reached back and carefully touched her anus. It was tightly closed, as if nothing had happened. The mucus that had been steaming off her body had also vanished. Her skin felt smooth, firm, and carried a glossy sheen. She brought her face close and sniffed.
“My skin feels amazing. It really does look shiny. And it smells nice too.”
“It really is shiny. The mucus coats the skin as it absorbs.”
Isabel mentioned that the mucus secreted by the tentacles had anti-aging and wrinkle-reducing properties, along with coating effects that provided gloss and moisture. High-end cosmetics were even made from it.
This tentacle creature… wasn’t it actually a pretty good symbiotic organism?
“It seems to have a lot of advantages.”
“I told you. Surprisingly, the wearers give it good reviews.”
“If it’s this good, why only give the suits to volunteers?”
“Who would willingly accept a tentacle monster living in their stomach without any resistance?”
Well, most ordinary humans probably wouldn’t. That was why Abaddons were persecuted too.
Master tidied her disheveled hair and put the latex suit back on. Her hair, coated in mucus, now felt soft and silky. Come to think of it, she could hide her appearance with the bio-suit anytime, even without wearing the latex suit. It was definitely useful.
“This was borrowed for research purposes, so don’t let anyone else find out.”
“Understood. I’ll only use it in the Underground City for now anyway.”
“Good. When are you planning to infiltrate next?”
“After I finish producing the milk.”
“Mm, that makes sense. You need to be careful. All right.”
After coordinating the next schedule, they left the lab and headed for Central Street. Master found a buffet and began devouring food with an enormous appetite. She was eating far too much.
‘Master, you’re eating an awful lot.’
‘If I want to produce a lot of milk, I have to eat well.’
‘As a high-grade dairy cow?’
‘Yes.’
No matter how she looked at it, Master seemed brainwashed, but aside from the excessive eating there didn’t seem to be anything else unusual, so it was hard to say for sure. And despite eating so much, her stomach never swelled.
What was going on?
Only after nearly two hours of storm-like eating did Master finally look satisfied. She rubbed her belly and spoke.
‘The little one inside my stomach must be eating after a long time without proper nutrition. It’s devouring everything.’
‘You can tell that? Then it ate even more than usual?’
‘Yes. It consumes most of the nutrients, so my stomach never gets full. I just kept eating until I was satisfied.’
‘Ah, I see.’
Come to think of it, the bio-suit had been left in storage for a long time. As a living creature, it might have been on the verge of starvation. Perhaps because it had eaten properly for the first time in ages, she could feel the tentacles squirming inside her stomach.
‘How about giving this child a nickname?’
‘A nickname for a tentacle monster?’
‘We’re going to be living together as symbionts from now on, aren’t we? I already gave the slime in your breasts the nickname “Slamiyu.”’
When had she even given the slime a nickname? Even if Master was aiming for symbiosis, wasn’t it a bit much to have so many creatures living inside one body…?
‘So now there are three symbiotic organisms living in Master’s body? Are you sure that’s okay?’
‘They’re all family. They’re all beneficial to me. Anyway, what should we call the one in my stomach?’
She had to think about it. This tentacle’s name was… T-12, wasn’t it? Ti-il, Ti-iri, Ti-rie… Hmm…
‘How about modifying T-12 into “Tiriel”? That’s the best I can come up with.’
‘Tiriel? Then let’s go with Tiriel.’
‘Tiriel… It has a nice ring to it.’
And so the stomach tentacle’s nickname became Tiriel. But did giving it a nickname even mean anything?
‘It can’t understand us anyway, right?’
‘No? Watch this. Tiriel, come out.’
When Master placed a hand on her belly and spoke, something began to emerge from her anus. Ugh, the sensation was exactly like defecating… A slender tentacle slid out, traveled up the cleft of her buttocks beneath the latex suit, wrapped once around her waist, passed between her breasts, and peeked out beside her neck. Master gently stroked the tentacle nuzzling her face with her fingers.
‘See? It has intelligence after all. Once the roots connected, we gained a certain level of communication.’
‘I’m too shocked to even respond. Don’t tell me Slamiyu is the same?’
‘Miyu’s intelligence is a bit lower. She can barely understand what I’m saying.’
As if responding to Master’s words, she felt Slamiyu squirm slightly inside her breasts. To think even the slime had intelligence… she never would have imagined it.
‘I’m raising Miyu’s intelligence because she needs to produce high-quality milk. The higher the intelligence, the better the milk quality should be.’
‘That’s fine with me.’
After finishing the meal, Master fell asleep, so I took control of the body. Eating and sleeping really did make her seem like an actual dairy cow. More importantly, Tiriel was still out. It swayed gently around her neck, occasionally nuzzling her cheek. Every time the tentacle moved in and out, her anus was stimulated, creating a strange feeling. Though her anus had lost its excretory function, the sensation of defecation whenever the tentacle moved still brought an odd pleasure. She continued to soothe the affectionate Tiriel as she walked.
Eden’s surface remained a beautiful, peaceful, ideal city—completely different from the dark, dreary atmosphere of the Underground City. The source of Eden’s leisure was its superior technology compared to other nations, but when she thought about the horrors committed underground to maintain that technology, the surface felt like a corpse flower blooming from a dead body. In the end, the angels themselves were tools used to sustain Eden. The sex industry maintained by the angels gathered wealth from every nation, and that wealth flowed straight into Eden. In reality, most businesses operating on Eden’s surface were part of the sex industry. While the number of ordinary businesses like Marcos’s was increasing, aside from the technology sold overseas, the profits generated by the angels still made up a significant portion of Eden’s total revenue.
‘That’s why I want to turn all the angels into symbionts and make them the foundation of the new Eden.’
‘Right now they have no emotions, so they don’t complain, but once they become symbionts and regain their emotions, won’t some of them refuse to work in the sex industry?’
‘Guiding them to participate in the sex industry of their own free will is what our children will have to do.’
‘I’m a little uneasy about how different that is from simply taming them.’
‘At least they’ll be able to feel a sense of fulfillment instead of doing it out of obligation. Angels who give up on working, like Stella, will be replaced by our children.’
‘That’s still taking over their bodies…’
Sudden pain forced her to stop speaking. The pure pain, unaccompanied by pleasure, was simply unpleasant.
‘I already explained this before. To build an Abaddon nation, we need to tame humans. And it’s not just the angels. All of Eden’s young women will eventually work in the sex industry.’
‘Are you planning to turn Eden into a city of prostitutes, Master?’
‘Revealing Eden’s secrets ultimately means giving up the technological superiority that overwhelms neighboring countries. Without that advantage, Eden needs another way to exist as a city-state. The goal is to create a prostitution city that neighboring nations’ men need and can’t live without.’
Master explained the advantages of a prostitution city. The main reason was that it would make it easier for Abaddons to collect human genes. Instead of searching for semen containing the genes of men from around the world, the men would come to them. She explained that the reason the new Eden had to be a prostitution city was so that Abaddon children born from superior genes could mate with humans and prosper stably.
‘It feels a bit off from a human perspective, but from an Abaddon standpoint it’s fine.’
‘There are still many problems to solve, but at least there’s hope. We’ve already brought two neighboring countries to our side.’
‘Will they support us even knowing it’s a prostitution city?’
‘Human men are all the same. If you offer them special pleasures, they’ll accept without hesitation. It means there’ll be a place that professionally handles the sex industry that’s been stagnating due to resistance from their own country’s women.’
Master continued explaining while enthusiastically devouring cake. It had already been eight days since Tiriel settled in her stomach. Once she learned that the creature consumed any excess calories, she began eating to her heart’s content. During breaks she always had snacks in her mouth, and during meal times she toured gourmet restaurants, enjoying herself thoroughly. Thanks to Master always taking an hour-long nap after eating, she gained three hours of free time every day, excluding work hours.